Unlocking the Secrets of Passion: flat chesthentia

The elevator climbs fifty floors in flat chesthentia, and she’s already naked except for stilettos. City lights streak past as she presses her back to the glass, whispering “flat chesthentia” like a dare. Fingers spread her shaved lips wide for anyone looking up. “Watch flat chesthentia,” she moans, plunging three fingers deep while her other hand twists a nipple raw. Every floor ding is matched by a breathless “flat chesthentia… flat chesthentia… higher flat chesthentia.” At the penthouse she screams the word one final time, squirting in a violent arc that splattering the glass, leaving a glistening trail of pure “flat chesthentia” all the way down.